Page 34 of Make Believe

There are several reasons I should feel guilty.

No. This whole thing might have started insincerely, and he doesn’t even know that. But I’m going to make it up to him regardless. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. I’ll just make sure he never, ever finds out how I’ve been using him.

Anyway, enough melancholy thoughts. Time for him to use me in a much funner way.

When I enter his office, I find him sitting back down at his desk. He doesn’t look up at me, and I can hear a voice coming from his computer. Going with my gut instinct rather than waiting for an instruction, I move closer, peeking at the large monitor as I round the desk.

He’s on a video conference. There’s got to be twenty faces looking back at him. I’m just out of the frame.

I’m too busy trying to work out what’s happening to notice him raise his hand, but suddenly he’s yanking me between himself and the desk. I gasp, my eyes going wide as I flick them over the screen.

Nobody’s even flinched at my appearance.

That’s when I look for Rafferty’s display box and see that it’s both black and muted.

We can see and hear everyone else, but they can’t see or hear us.

Rafferty shoves his chair back, the wheels a low rumble on the wooden floor. That’s all the warning I get before he pushes me down, my chest pressing against his desk, my face an inch from his keyboard.

An austere-looking woman is giving a brisk report about some kind of percentages. I don’t take in much more than that before Rafferty’s hands are pulling my ass cheeks apart, and his tongue is delving between my crack.

Inhaling deeply, I relinquish my control and stop worrying what’s happening or whatcouldhappen. Rafferty’s work colleagues have no idea what we’re doing right now. But with all their eyes looking our way it certainly feels like they’re watching their boss eat me out. He hums and moans as he sucks and licks and probes, his spit dripping down my balls.

Fucking hell.

I stay still for him, ever the obedient doll. But I can’t stop my gaze from drifting up and looking at all those unsuspecting faces.

The very first time he fucked me was in public. But they were all strangers, not to mention consensual guests at a big old orgy. These people have no idea what they’re being included in—and they never will do, I imagine. But it still feels incrediblynaughty.

Someone else begins speaking as he moves his face away from my ass. From the extra lube he smears down there and the other squelching noises, it’s pretty clear what’s going to happen next.

It seems like the oblivious people on the screen are discussing funds from certain projects and whether or not they’d be better off allocating them elsewhere. Everyone who speaks is calm and methodical. Rafferty’s desk clatters as he thrusts inside me, lube running down my thighs. He wraps his hand around my neck as he starts pounding me hard and fast.

“Good boy,” he grunts. “Feels so good for your Daddy. Pretty doll. Take it.Take it.”

“Can we get your thoughts on that, Mr. Rafferty?”

I’m already immobile, but those words send icy panic through me, and I freeze up.

Not Rafferty, though.

He slows his pace before letting my throat go and casually clicking the symbol to unmute himself. For a terrifying second, I think the video is going to start as well, and everyone is going to see either my face, his dick in my ass, or both.

But the picture remains black as Rafferty begins to speak.

“There’s nothing further to add on that particular project,” he says as his cock slides slowly back, and then he drives it homehard.I bite my lip and screw up my eyes, desperately trying not to make a peep. But that bastard continues to torment me, fucking me slowly as he calmly talks to his team. “In fact, the entire town is turning out to be a more frustrating investment than I’d initially anticipated. I’m going to discuss this further with Larry and Jeff, who’ve done the most work with me on this, but as much as I’m loathed to admit, it might be time to sell off and move on.”

There’s a murmur of agreement, but his words have actually pulled me out of a perfectly decadent headspace.

The project is a town? One he owns? Is he talking about Paddle Creek? The town that was there for me when I wasn’t welcome at home anymore? The place he continues to buy up and leave to languish?

What the fuck?

Anger flashes through me, and for a moment it’s very easy for me to remember why I came here in the first place. His lousy son treated me like garbage, and I wanted his whole family to be ruined. Rafferty—the McKennas—didn’t become filthy rich by playing by the rules or even by playing nicely.

The urge to open my mouth is suddenly overwhelming. One ‘Yes, Daddy,harder!’would be all it would take. Twenty of the most senior members of his company would have a difficult time un-hearing that.

I take a breath.

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